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Shinichiro Sano Eats You Out for the First Time
Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, first orgasm, fingering, clit sucking, thigh kissing, biting, praise, toy use, orgasm encouragement
A/N: Smut commission! Sano is so good! Where are all my Sano lovers at?
8. “I’ve been wondering what it feels like…”
Shinichiro kissed up and down your belly, sometimes pushing his tongue out to tickle you, not even noticing how tight you got around his finger when his lips closed in on your pussy. "You don't need to be shy you know. Not with me."
"I-I know." You were both naked, many times in fact, shyness had long since left the building. "I've been wondering what it feels like... getting eaten out." Shinichiro paused inches from licking your folds. His midnight eyes glanced from your wet pussy to your face, "What? Is that weird? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"What's weird is that you just told me no one's ever done this for you before." He moved his finger in and out slowly before easing it out, "I can do that for you if you want." He closed in, kissing down your thigh and placing a soft kiss to your clit, "This pussy deserves some love too, after all it made my feel good so many times before."
Your eyes followed him and his hard cock when he stood up and walked to his closet. He turned around, holding a vibrating pocketpussy and pumping it up and down on his length. He returned back to the bed, angling his hips a little bit upwards so he could still thrust in and out of the slowly and quietly vibrating toy. When he pushed his mouth against you it was obvious why he did this, he was moaning directly against your clit.
His rough fingers spread your pussy open so his tongue could slide in between easily, from your hole to your clit. You could hardly keep your eyes open against the assault of his tongue, making your body melt against his. You draped your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to rock your body together with his when he fucked the pussy toy beneath him.
Shinichiro started sucking on your clit, moaning as you rolled your hips into his mouth. He pulled back and lay his tongue flat against it, teasing you before moving back down to your pussyhole and pushing his tongue inside, licking around and lapping up your horny juices into his mouth, completely getting drunk off your taste.
From your pussy to your thighs his lips spread your cum over your legs and then agonizingly slowly back to your clit which begged or attention. He would always provide. That's the kind of man Shinichiro was.
As much as he wants to fuck you instead of his toy he wants to make this all about you. He keeps closing and relaxing his jaw against you, licking his whole tongue over your pussy, from the entrance to your puffy clit, "Looking so fucking pretty. Tasting even better. Want you to come on my face, in my mouth." His finger pokes at your entrance, "My new favorite meal right here."
Your legs trembled around him, "Shinichiro!" You pushed his head between your legs, only allowing him to move his tongue and rut his hips into the toy, moaning louder, quicker, his mouth getting sloppy. As he opened them and pushed his finger inside you he came into it.
"Fuck, wish it was your pussy." Your back arched into him as you dug your feet into the bed, squirting all over his face as he kept pumping his finger in and out of you fast then slow to help you come down from your orgasm, "Easy, I'm here." Shinichiro whispered when he heard your hiccups and whimpers, "You'll get used to it don't worry. You did so well, my good, pretty girl." He should probably get up and clean out the toy but instead he kept kissing your pussy, clit and thighs. Just a minute longer, he wanted to taste you for just a minute longer.
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万次郎 // GIVEN THE CHOICE
⠀ ༝ ༝ bonten!mikey
⠀ ༝ ༝ 8.4k words
⠀ ⚠︎ big brother!draken, mentions of violence, character death, manga spoilers, pregnancy, angst, suggestive?, implied fem!reader but no pronouns.
⠀ — you've always liked mikey growing up. how do you tell him years down the line that you've had his kid?
there’s not much to say about being the younger sibling to draken.
even less about his delinquent friends he seemed to follow around like a puppy.
but you could say a lot about his friend mikey. self-proclaimed leader at the age of eleven, you watched from the sidelines as he became the true leader of his silly group toman, saw how it’d develop to something more as you grow older.
and as the years pass, you become more acquainted with those same people he’s always around - namely one baji keisuke, who made it very apparent from the start he wanted to be your friend because ‘only cool guys have a weak best friend’ and apparently no one else in toman was weak.
days turn to weeks turn to years with you in their shadow, but you’ve never seemed to mind.
you enjoy your view from the sidelines.
“you can’t tell anyone.” you warn baji with a finger pointed in his direction, eyes narrowed as if that could somehow make your threat more lethal.
he holds his hands up in mock-defense, taking a step away with his shoulders slouched, “you have my word.”
you look away from him, arms crossing over your chest as you answer.
“sorry?” he tilts his head, leaning forward, “didn’t quite catch that.”
you feel yourself flush, hiding your face to mumble the reply, “mikey.”
there’s a beat of silence for all of five seconds before he starts laughing.
“you have a crush on mikey? of all people?”
you shove him away from you when he leans against you for support, yet still manage to press your hand against his mouth because he’s so fucking loud, “quiet down,” you hiss out, “they’re supposed to be ‘round the corner, will you shut up?!”
“just think it’s funny how you ‘nd your brother have a thing for each of the sano siblings-”
“quiet!”
draken and mikey stumble upon you with a fist full of baji’s hair, the other hand pressed firmly against his mouth while he has his own shoving at your face to keep you away.
and that’s just how most days go - when they aren’t terrorizing the city, they’re bothering you for one reason or another.
until it isn’t.
until kazutora gets released from juvie and baji leaves you in the dust and then dies after. . . it’s a lot to take in, especially for someone so young - so close to someone who suddenly drops it on you that they want nothing to do with you, and then you hear during the aftermath from your brother that he was begging for you to forgive him, for you to take care of mikey, too, because someone has to.
until draken finds you curled in on yourself sobbing because even to the end, baji put other people above himself and it’s so fucking unfair that that’s how he meets his demise.
you stay in your room for a week without moving. it takes draken practically dragging you out of the space to get you into the world again, mikey at his side with a frown.
and maybe it’s from the mutual trauma of losing someone so close to you (despite it being a thousand times worse for mikey, since he was actively there at the scene), but you and mikey grow closer after baji’s death.
you make sure one another eats, that you’ve done your assignments on time, that you’re getting enough sleep, that you’re taking care of yourselves.
it stays like that for a while, you tucked behind mikey and draken like a secret, something no one else can touch or bother with emma at your side.
and then she dies, too.
her death was the breaking point for them, you think.
unexpected and quick and cruel that mikey had to watch her pass, the tensions eating away at them and bursting at the seams from the announcement of her death. when draken came back home with busted knuckles and tear-stained cheeks, it broke you because your big brother was supposed to be the strong one. a piece of you chipped away when he crumbled in your embrace, sobs wrecking through his body while you held him close.
the funeral isn’t any better, tensions still high, and draken steps away at the end when you move to talk to mikey.
you promise to check in on him when you can, pull him into a hug while offering your condolences, and when you separate he doesn’t look at you as he says his thanks.
when you make your way to draken, you will yourself to glance back at mikey and . . . he looks so small, standing beside his grandpa. unfocused on the people that come up, shake his hand with frowns, then leave. as if feeling your stare on him, he looks up to meet your gaze, and with such a small glance, you can see how heavily everything’s weighed down on him. how cruel the world has been to him, and how it remains unrelenting of punches.
he looks away before you do, and draken pulling you close to him by the shoulder to keep you from walking into someone draws your attention away from mikey.
weeks turn to months, passing without a hitch, and you do your best to check in on mikey when you can. some days you visit and his grandpa answers the door, turning you away because mikey’s out and he doesn’t know where he is - most days your texts and calls go unanswered.
ken later informs you toman’s disbanded and he isn’t sure what to do with himself. despite your best efforts, getting in contact with mikey becomes harder and harder, until it becomes an impossible feat altogether.
years pass with no contact - with everyone lives moving forward, with your brother owning his own bike shop and inupi coming to work with him, and you getting an insane job offer for your dream position. it’s crazy amazing for someone your age to see an opportunity like this, and you’re elated beyond belief by the proposition, except . . . it’s on the other side of japan.
you’d have to leave everything you’ve ever known for the chance of a lifetime, and it’s your brother who encourages you to take it.
“who knows if something like this could happen again,” he says with a smile, ruffling your hair in a way that big brothers do, “you’ll always have a home here to come to if things don’t pan out.”
you see everyone you can in the weeks before you leave, even manage to pin down mitsuya for coffee before he leaves for another exciting runway event in italy (you tease how you wish you’d be going there instead - he offers an invite once you’re settled in your new apartment).
the only person you couldn’t pinpoint a location for was . . . mikey.
despite your many calls to the old number you have stored in your phone, searching for him at his old childhood home, even asking draken and the other friends from his old gang - no one knew. you amaze yourself with your own detective skills, though, by some miracle able to find an address - you applaud yourself as you step to the door, double checking the apartment number matches what you have written down before you knock.
there’s a moment where you stand dumbly waiting for someone to open the door, and you think for a second maybe you have the wrong apartment, or maybe he’s not home, or -
there’s a click of the lock sounding, the door creaking open just enough for you to see the darkness inside.
you brighten when mikey peeks his head around the door, leaning against the frame and just . . . staring, expression unreadable.
“hi . . .” you breath out, “’ve been lookin’ for you.”
“that spells trouble.” he says without missing a beat, looking down both ends of the hall before he pushes the door open further. an invitation to enter, one you take gratefully.
“for who?” you can’t help but tease, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as you spin to face him closing the door, “me? or you?”
“depends on how this goes.” he shrugs, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
you don't take his words as the threat they are, smile still as bright as when he first pulled open the door, “how have you been? it’s been a while.”
“‘ve been better,” he looks away from you, “definitely been worse.”
“wellll, “ you spin on your heel to get a look at his apartment, reaching for the wall where the lightswitch sits and flipping them on, “what have you been up to? s’nice apartment, even better with the lights on.” you chastise lightly, making yourself at home somewhere you surely could never consider it to be.
when you turn back to face him, he’s already behind you, hand on your wrist, still touching the switch.
“what do you want, (y/n)?” he asks. your gaze softens on him, now able to take in the light bags under his eyes, the way his frame is smaller than you remember.
“to talk,” you answer gingerly, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “to see you and know you’re not dead in a ditch in roppongi.”
“you can clearly see i’m not, s’there more?, ” the words leave his lips bitterly, contrasting how his eyes flutter closed, how he leans into your touch.
“‘m moving pretty far,” you add after a moment of silence, “otherside of japan. just wanted to see you’re okay before i leave.” your thumb rubs gentle circles into his cheek, head tilting when his eyes snap open at the admission.
“what for?” he pries, and the way he asks reminds you of when you were kids; when he’d beg and beg and beg to play with the toy you were already playing with if only for the fact that you were playing with it, how he’d whine and pout until you relented because you couldn’t stand the idea of him being upset with you.
“a job,” you’re completely transparent as you answer, “‘the opportunity of a lifetime’. it felt . . . i dunno, wrong? to not share the good news with you-mph?”
you're silenced by him suddenly pulling you to him, lips pressed to your own with his hands cupping your cheeks, and truth be told it’s everything fourteen-year-old you dreamed of and more. everything you ever wanted in life kissing you in his apartment before you go miles and miles away to start a completely different dream and it hurts.
but you don’t have it in you to push him away, not when he presses you against the wall to deepen the kiss, or when he pulls your clothes off of you with a desperation that leaves you whining and begging, or when he guides you to his bedroom and continues his affection that holds the passion and emotion that’d been buried under fifteen years of dirt. he brings out each skeleton from the closet with every thrust until the both of you are spent, laying naked in each other’s embrace until you fall asleep.
it’s surprising, almost, to wake up the next morning alone in a bed that isn’t yours.
there’s no sign of mikey when you look around the apartment, the only tell of him even staying in the form of a stack of cash with a note in his familiar handwriting left on the kitchen counter.
hope this helps you get started in the new city. - mikey
a number sits in a smaller font under the note, in even smaller writing it says for emergencies, use this number.
it feels weird, taking the money with no way to show your appreciation, so you rip a small corner from the paper and write your thanks out, the promise of visiting him soon when you’re back in town added with a heart at the end of your note.
two days later, and you’re driving to a new city with your entire life packed in suitcases and boxes - a moving truck scheduled to deliver your belongings a day after you get to your apartment.
almost two months pass, and you find you’re settling well; everyone at the company adores you, and the building your apartment’s in sits across from a nice ramen shop that you like to go to every tuesday night after you get paid.
you come down with a stomach bug, one you can’t seem to shake, and after a week of calling out and forcing yourself to work despite being exhausted and crabby and ill, you go to the doctor.
imagine your surprise when he tells you you’re fucking pregnant.
two months, in fact, proven with the sonogram he sets you up with, and you’re calling your brother in hysterics in your car when the appointment is over.
“pregnant?” he repeats over the phone, after taking the first five minutes of the call just trying to calm you down, “by who?”
you’re chewing your lip raw as you answer, “mikey . . .”
there’s a beat of silence, before you’re whispering out, “‘m scared, ken. i-i’m miles from home and-and i just started this job and i don’t even know if i can take care of a baby on my own-”
“you’re gonna keep it?” he asks, tone genuine.
“i . . . yeah, i think so - i-i mean, i want to . . . is that stupid? is that a stupid want for me to have?” your lip wobbles waiting for his answer.
“no, but . . . s’lot of work, (y/n). if it’s something you do want, you know i’ll support you in any way i can, you just gotta tell me how to help.”
“i wan’a come home.” you settle, and the way the words leave your lips remind you of a child, begging a parent for something so small when this is anything but.
“we can do that,” draken promises, “i’ll get a flight and help you pack or get inupi to ride with me. we’ll figure it all out, don’t stress.”
you sniffle, wiping at your face hastily, “kay . . . okay. thank you ken.”
“f’course,” you can hear the smile in his voice over the phone, “s’what big brother’s are for.”
and the next few weeks are filled with moving your life back home, with the help of draken and inupi. the people at your job are nothing but happy at the news for you, despite being sad to see you go - they wish you the best in life, though, and even offer another position to apply if you ever decide to come back to the area. it’s sweet, really.
you move into draken’s house and have a healthy baby boy that looks so much like mikey, you think it might kill you. you name him shin.
he makes you promise to not try to seek out mikey one night, after you’d rocked shin to sleep and put him down in his crib.
“no one knows what he’s been up to,” he argues quietly when your brows furrow at the demand, “and frankly, the few ties i still have with gangs make me worried from what little things they tell me.”
“but those could just be rumors,” you frown, “he deserves to know he has a kid.”
“it’s dangerous, (y/n).” draken settles with the finality of a parent telling their kid they can’t have another cookie, “‘m serious. don’t try to contact him.”
despite the weight the conversation holds, you can’t help but stick your tongue out at him childishly. something he returns, only to narrowly dodge the stuffed animal you throw his way in opposition.
and though the warnings loom in the air, you can’t help but try to let mikey know - calling the number he left countless times, trying to use your rusty detective skills that aided you in finding him almost a year ago, just trying to make him aware that you had his son.
you don’t seek child support, or demand otherworldly things that a parent could only dream of (a rocking chair that massages your back and automatically rocks? you drool at the thought), you just feel it’s something he deserves to know. something he should be given a choice to be a part of.
except he’s known since you moved back.
it was a difficult task, keeping tabs on you when you were so far away, but he knew from the day you settled into draken’s home by word of mouth from koko. it must’ve been a punishment for koko, to check in on all of their friend’s from their pasts, to make sure their lives are going how they want them to and make sure everyone is happy.
mikey couldn’t stomach the photos koko would offer, waving them away and requesting the verbal update instead, and when your son is born, he’s only informed that there’s no father on the birth certificate. your attempts to contact him died in vein, the number he gave you belonging to an old throw away phone he got rid of a week after he left it with you. he didn’t think you’d ever need it.
three years pass, and koko would be damned to say the kid doesn't look like a photocopy of mikey. wild blond hair, all bright eyed and sweet.
you work at a diner now, usually leave shin with draken and inupi for your nightshift and ken takes him home when he’s done at the garage.
it’s cute, the way they interact with him - they let him get in the way of their work, careful so he doesn’t get hurt, but allow his curiosity and grubby hands grab hold of tools and bolts and pieces they need.
you're not overly fond of letting shin have his way with whatever he can pinch between his fingers, since usually whatever he does find ends up in his mouth like a chew toy, but ken and inupi tease you for being too overprotective.
you still live with ken, despite insisting the need to get out of his hair, but he promises it’s okay to take your time since he adores his nephew and doesn’t mind helping, and inupi’s became a good friend by proxy.
it’s rare for you and your brother to argue, especially in front of shin, and truly you’re not sure what sparked the conversation in the first place - all you know is you’re upset.
“inupi, tell my brother it’s unfair for mikey to not know he has a kid.”
“inui, tell my sibling if mikey wanted to be involved, he would be. simple as that.”
“we don’t even know if he knows,” you groan out, leaving inupi to hold up his hands defensively.
“i have no argument in this.” is all he offers.
“but you have some insight, “ you counter, kneeling down when shin tugs on your pants, “you know the story-”
“i’m just sayin’ you’ve tried for three years-” draken starts.
“four.”
“-four years, “ he continues, “and you’ve gotten nothing. i don’t see a need for you to continue if you’ve come up empty handed for so long.”
“because, ken-”
shin’s lip wobbles for a second before he bursts into tears, gripping the front of your shirt until you’re shushing him and pulling you towards him in a hug, “shhh, baby, it’s okay. what’s wrong?”
he continues to cry despite you rocking him, and it takes draken pulling him out of your arms while tickling his sides to make him stop.
“prob’ly didn’t like the arguing.” inupi comments, dodging a wrench you throw his way with a glare.
“we’ll talk about this later,” you sigh out, standing on your toes to squeeze shin’s cheeks, “i love, love, love you.” you emphasize each ‘love’ with a kiss to his chubby cheeks, happy to hear his crying replaced with giggles and incoherent toddler babble.
your shift at work isn’t anything special - you have some regulars that come in at the odd hours of night, and by the end of your shift, you’re the last to leave; finishing out some paperwork the managers can’t be bothered to do despite getting paid far less than them to do it.
you fish your keys from your bag, unlock your car, ready to begin the short drive home but . . . your car won’t start.
of course it doesn’t. it’s an older model, one you were supposed to take to the scrap yard for a slightly newer model last month but couldn’t because shin unexpectedly got sick and you had to fork out some cash to make sure he got better.
you sigh, pop the hood of the vehicle as if maybe some of your brother’s knowledge of mechanics could somehow transfer to you, and call the aforementioned male.
it rings. . . and rings . . and rings. no answer.
you try again.
nothing.
you kick at the front bumper in frustration, running a hand over your face in search of another contact. surely inupi is awake at two in the morning, right?
the call rings out, and you’re really worried it’s going straight to voicemail for a second, but he picks up on seemingly the last buzz, “hello?” he sounds groggy, like you did just wake him up. you don’t have time to dwell on the thought when a group of guys appear from the sidewalk, spotting and attempting to talk to you in one breath.
“car won’t start?” one asks, nudging his friend as they make their way closer to you, “we can help.”
you turn away from them, “hey inui, can you come get me from work? ken didn’t answer and my car won’t start.”
“hey.” the guys are much closer now, one stepping around to the front of the car while the other two stand off to your right, vying for your attention.
“yeah f’course. there other people around you?” there’s some shuffling from inupi’s end, like he’s getting out of bed.
“yeah. um, how long till you can be here?”
“ten? minutes maybe.” you swallow at the answer.
“great, i’ll see you in five.”
you pull the phone from your ear slightly, turning back to face the two guys to your right, “i don’t need any help, i have a friend on the way-”
there’s only a moment between you dismissing their assistance before the guy who was at the front of your car is shoving at your shoulder and pinning you to the side of your car, one hand pressed firmly to your mouth while the other squeezes your wrist until your phone falls from your hand and kicks it away.
you shove a hand at his face, trying to reach into your bag for your taser or pocket knife or a really sharp pencil when the guy moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing hard enough you’re sure it’ll bruise, while tearing your bag from your shoulder and throwing it to sit with your phone.
the smell of alcohol comes off of him in waves when he grins, leaning down to get a good look at you, “we can ‘elp ya,” he offers, “but not for free.”
your nails bite into the skin of his wrist, the need to breath overtaking every other sense desperately while you continue to kick and claw at him.
his grip only relents at the sound of a motorcycle idling in the parking lot, but the pressure of his hand still keeps you in place by the throat, head turning to address who could see fit to interrupt this ‘exchange’. the man on the bike adjusts the mask on his face, tucks his long platinum hair to the side, seeming to ignore the eyes on him.
“diner’s closed,” one of the other guys says, stepping towards the stranger, “and we’re kinda busy here ourselves-”
he doesn’t get the chance to really say what they’re doing when the guy steps off the bike and just swings.
his fist meets the guy's cheek with a harsh thwack while mumbling, “shouldn’t touch shit that doesn’t belong to you.”
the guy holding you up releases his grip completely, leaving you to drop to the ground when your legs buckle under your weight, frozen and left only watching as the two remaining men are taken down easily by your potential savior.
when the three stay unmoving on the ground, he crouches in front of you, adjusting the mask on his face once again while taking in your shaken form.
“you okay?” you don’t trust your voice, so you only nod, “is someone on the way to get you? or d’ya need a ride?”
you nod again, “i-inui’s coming.” you manage to whisper out, unable to catch the way his eyes widen slightly as he stands to his full height.
he begins to walk away, back to his motorcycle that’s still running, but his steps hesitate when you call out, “is that you, koko?”
he doesn’t turn to face you, doesn’t address if you’re correct in your assumption, “don’t worry ‘bout all this,” he says instead, “i’ll take care of it.”
and then he’s climbing onto his bike, pulling out of the parking lot less than a minute before inupi’s pulling into it.
you’re still on the ground when he rushes towards you to see if you’re okay, stepping over the unconscious bodies with little regard. you recount what happened, which inupi dismisses since he remained on the phone until he pulled into the parking lot.
“do . . . was it really koko?” he asks, helping you up from the cement and gathering the items that spilled from your bag, offering your now cracked phone to you with a frown.
“i’m not sure . . . i never really knew him like you did, “ you reach into your car to grab the important belongings and shove them in your bag, “it didn’t look like him but . . . it sounded like him. was his eyes, i think.”
inupi looks away at this, “so what do you wanna do? ‘bout these guys?”
you swallow, keeping your stare away from the three on the floor, “he said he'd take care of it and i don’t . . . i just wanna go home.”
“okay,” inui’s hand finds it place at the small of your back, guiding you gently to his bike and helping you on, “i’ll take you home.”
when inupi walks you through the foyer, draken’s in front of you the second the door falls shut.
you can see his worry in the crease of his brow, from the way he grabs your shoulders to give you a once-over and frowning at the way your neck seems to be irritated beyond belief, “are you okay? i-i had to put shin back to bed because he woke up ‘nd i didn’t have my phone on me but when tried calling back but you didn’t answer.”
“‘m okay . . .” you assure, peeling yourself away from him, “gonna go shower . . um, inui can tell you what happened.”
your voice is so small as you speak, ken can only nod and watch you disappear into the hall before he turns to inui, who delves into the story based on what he heard over the phone and what you told him when he arrived.
you scrub your skin raw in the shower, until it almost stings from how harsh you rub. you slip out of the bathroom quietly after, sneak your way into shin’s nursery and sit by his bed for just a second to decompress, rubbing the boys back softly while he sleeps.
the peace is disrupted by ken peeking his head around the door, “c’mon, we gotta talk ‘bout it.”
you almost pout, childlike, “do we have to?”
the look he gives you offers no leeway to argue, so you sigh and press a kiss to shin’s hair before standing, deciding now isn’t the time to start an argument.
inupi’s gone when you come out to the living room, tucking your legs under yourself as you sit on the couch with ken beside you.
you feel like a child they way you explain what happened, unable to look at him as you speak. ken visibly stiffens at the mention of the potential koko coming to your aid, interrupting you mid story to remind you, “you know it doesn’t matter that he helped you, right. you’re not gonna go out lookin’ for him or mikey or whoever else.”
you frown at his words, opening your mouth to argue but he shakes his head before you can, “no, (y/n), ‘m serious. it’s too dangerous.”
you look down, defeated, but nod your head, “okay . . . fine.”
and really, you had full intention to abide by the warning. but . . . your boss called you the next day, said something about the diner being closed for the next few days because of something you couldn’t be bothered to remember and that you’d still be paid for the lost hours.
the details don’t matter, really. you drop shin off with draken as usual, avoid mentioning the fact that you have the day off, and leave with the intent to use the next free hours just . . . looking. for koko or mikey or anyone who might know anything about either of them.
it’s stupid, you think, to search and pry so openly, bouncing from bars and clubs asking anyone who’ll listen, but within three hours, you’ve gathered the following;
mikey runs some big name gang. baton? batten? something.
he has some executives that help run his gang, some of which own a few of the clubs in the shiftier parts of the city – haitani’s? you think they’re called?
the haitani’s are close to koko, who’s close to mikey, and really that’s the only thing you need.
so you continue going from club to club, under the impression that apparently the haitani’s frequent their own clubs just about every night. you hear about a nicer club towards the edge of the city, one they favor to the other’s since the liquor is stronger and the girls are prettier – but these are all things you’ve heard from other people, so who knows how true it really is.
when you make it to the club, you wonder if your sundress is something considered to be ‘underdressed’. surely the juice stain on the front isn’t working in your favor as the bouncer gives you a once-over.
“yer lookin’ for who, now?” he asks, one brow raised with his arms crossed over his chest.
if you had any sense in you, you’d probably be scared of the way he eyes you down, but growing up around idiots who don’t know when to stop messing around has really ruined your fight or flight response.
“the haitani brothers..” you reply, mocking the way he crosses his arms over his chest, “i heard they sometimes come by here, i thought maybe-”
“you thought, huh?” his eyes rake over your form, and your arms shift protectively around yourself instead of mocking him, “well i think you should get outta here ‘fore you get hurt.”
“i just need to know if they’re here-”
he turns away from you with a hand pressed to the earpiece sitting in his ear, looking into the building before he turns to face you again with a squinted glare, “you sure they’re the right one? yeah. yeah. right. i’ll send ‘em up.”
he gestures towards the inside of the building, nodding his head, “straight ahead, up the stairs.”
with those instructions, you head towards the back of the club and find a set of stairs, separated by a velvet rope with another bouncer standing in front of it. as if expecting your arrival, he unhooks the rope from its place and steps aside, gesturing for you to follow the stairs up.
at the top of the stairs sits a closed door and when you push it open, peeking around it to get a look inside, you see a nice couch with two guys perched on them - one with a girl who you can assume is from the club sitting in his lap, while the other sips from the drink in his hand, eyeing you the second you’re past the threshold.
the one with the girl in his lap openly squeezes her ass, grinning at you when you look away quickly. he leans forward, whispering something in her ear, and she stands with a pout, practically glaring at you as she leaves.
the door clicks shut behind her, and you’re left in awkward silence with the thrum of music playing under your feet.
after a moment, the one with a drink in hand tilts his head at you, “what’s a pretty thing like you doin’, askin’ for us by name?”
“‘m lookin’ for koko . . .” you voice is smaller than you remember, making you almost cringe in on yourself at the way they eat it up.
“why’re ya lookin’ for our koko?”
“w-we’re friends.” you stutter out, “i just. . . need to talk to him.”
“where’d all that confidence go?” the one who had the girl in his lap tsks as he stands, “we heard you over his comms, you were practically demanding to talk to us - now you’re a stuttering lil’ mess. what happened between now and then?”
he stops in front of you, head tilted as he looms over you, “maybe you should get to know us first. ‘m ran, that’s rindou. thought we knew ‘bout all the nice things koko keeps hidden away.”
though he isn’t speaking to you for the last part, his eyes don’t leave you while they rake over your face, over your body. he reaches to cup your cheek, almost pouting at the way you flinch away from the contact with a frown.
“i’m just lookin’ for koko.” you settle with, leaning away from him.
ran actually does pout at this, bottom lip jutted out. “you’re tellin’ me we can’t have some fun before he gets here?”
“that’s exactly what they’re sayin’, actually.” someone says from behind you, and you jump when you’re being pulled away from ran by your upper arm. a glance behind you reveals the man you’ve been waiting for - koko, with his hair pulled neatly to the side and a scowl on his face.
ran grins at the sight of him, clapping his hands as if he wasn’t just making you uncomfortable. rindou just clicks his tongue.
“s’a shame you got here so quick. thought we’d have some time to get to know ‘em.”
“as if you’d try.” koko accuses, fingers digging into your skin, “you know he’d be pissed if you did anything.”
“who said anything ‘bout trying anything. just wanna know who’s got our dear boss so worked up all the time.”
instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, koko fully faces you with his eyes narrowing to further slits, “you must be crazy to come here, even crazier to ask around for us in the first place.”
“i need to see mikey,” you frown, “was the only way i could think of since it was you that showed up the other day, right?”
you can see the way he clenches his jaw, muscles tight, “doesn’t matter. do you know how dangerous it was for you to ask around for us? mikey isn’t someone you can just see anyways-”
“why can’t they?” rindou, seemingly the only sensible guy in the room, questions, “they wanna talk to ‘im, he’d only be one call away.”
“you know why.” koko snaps, heavy weight of his glare moving from you to the male, “we can’t just-”
ran’s phone rings from his pocket, effectively silencing koko mid sentence, and when he pulls it out, he waves it in front of koko with a sharp-toothed grin, “speak of the devil.”
you open your mouth to ask, maybe even demand the phone from ran as he answers, but a sharp squeeze to your arm from koko leaves you quiet - a silent warning heard loud and clear.
don’t say a word.
ran’s eyes rake over your form as he answers, licking his lips like you could be his next meal, “yeah? he just got here. no, i would never! i’m offended you think i would,” whatever mikey’s saying has him grinning like a schoolgirl, gaze moving from you to koko, “if ya wanted to talk to him, why didn’t you call him. yeah, whatever, whatever, fine.”
he offers the phone to koko, who grimaces at the device.
“wants to talk to you.” ran elaborates, as if the implication wasn’t clear enough.
koko snatches the phone from him with a glare, letting go of your arm to turn away from the two of you, “hello?”
you can barely make out the sound of someone on the other line, lip pulled between your teeth when you see how koko’s face pinches in distaste for whatever mikey could be saying.
“are you sure that’s a good idea. no, that's not what i'm saying at all - okay, fine. yeah, i’ll take ‘em there. sure. bye.”
he hangs up with a scowl, tossing ran back his phone as he turns to reface you, “come on, we’re gonna go somewhere.”
“to mikey?” you ask, hope leaking off your tongue.
he doesn’t reply, opening the door and gesturing for you to exit the room when you don’t immediately begin moving.
you offer a small wave goodbye to ran and rindou, despite the fact that there was no pleasure in meeting them in the first place, and you miss the glare koko sends them once you’re walking down the steps. koko leads you out of the club, guiding you by the upper arm through the sea of people until you’re stepping into the cool night air outside.
though you’re no longer in the middle of the thrum of people, koko’s grasp on your arm doesn’t leave until he’s stopping in front of a sleek black car. a cadillac, maybe? mercedes? you’ve never been good with vehicles.
he opens the door for you, though, and you have enough sense to mumble a small thanks as you climb in.
when he enters through the driver’s door, he pauses for a minute, letting the silence wash over the two of you while gripping the steering wheel.
“it really is stupid of you to come around here, ” he says finally, still looking straight ahead while you move to carefully pull your seatbelt on, “i shouldn’t even take you to him, you know. i should just take you home.”
“you don’t have room to talk about stupid decisions,” you snap in time with the click of the buckle, “inupi and i have mourned the loss of people we care about who are still alive and well, that’s not fair.”
you see the way his jaw clenches, knuckles turning white from how hard he holds the steering wheel.
“we made sacrifices for you-”
“i made sacrifices too,” you frown, thinking about the lost opportunities to raise your son, “and i just want five minutes of talking to mikey. is that too much to ask?”
“you have other people to look out for instead, “ koko clicks his tongue, grip relenting as he looks over to you, “just remember that you asked for this.”
the weight of his words settle heavy in the air as he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking lot.
the car ride is silent aside from the soft music that plays from the radio, turned to low volume. koko doesn’t move to break the silence, and you don’t have it in you to disrupt the tension that builds, anxiety creeping under your skin until it pops into goosebumps on the surface when he pulls in front of a large apartment building.
“you’re gonna go to the top floor,” koko explains, not looking over at you, “he should already be there.”
“should?” you parrot, nerves catching up with you.
“if not already then soon.” he clicks the button to unlock the doors for you, and your breath stutters at the sound, fingers dancing around the door handle.
“okay . . . thank you, koko. it’s . . . it is good to see you again. inupi would be happy to know you’re okay.”
you don’t stay long enough to hear the way he inhales sharply, don’t see the way he tenses from the words. koko doesn’t wait for you to enter the building before he drives off, and you don’t look back as you push open the doors.
the lobby is cold, you note dully, and it must be the reason your hairs stand on end when you find your way to the elevators. you wrap your arms around yourself after stepping inside of them, pressing the button to the top floor and willing your heart to not beat out of your chest.
you realize just how much money mikey must have when the doors open to a penthouse - the entire floor being taken up as the apartment. you slowly step inside, sliding off your shoes by elevator and peek around inside the open area, spotting a living room, kitchen, and dining room all in the space. there’s a hall that cuts off towards the right of the room and you wonder if that’s where the bedroom(s?) and bathroom are.
it feels wrong, almost, being here alone. though the room is definitely well furnished (the couch itself looks like it costs more than your broken down car), it feels . . . devoid of life. like maybe it’s only a place for rest - not a home. there’s no comfort of connection anywhere in the building, no vulnerability in personal property. you make your way further into the living room, eyeing the art hanging on the wall as if it could mean something to you.
“i really thought he’d take you home.” you jump at the sound of a voice, whirling around to face whoever could be speaking.
your mouth dries at the sight.
mikey, but surely not your mikey, with his hair cropped short and paler than anything you remember, with bags under his eyes and frame thinner than what could be considered healthy, steps into view from the hall, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
words die on your lips when he stops beside you, leaning back as if really taking in the painting you were eyeballing, head tilting, “heard you wanted to talk to me. must’ve been important if you went through all that trouble just to find me.”
you don’t know what possesses you to take the first swing, to hit at his shoulder and his chest with tears welling in your eyes, but you do.
and by some miracle, he lets you. it probably helps your hits are weak, with no intention to really harm - only needing an outlet for the emotions you’d been harboring for four fucking years.
“why didn’t you call me,” you whisper when you’re finished with your barrage of hits, letting him guide you to the couch and sit you down on it, placing himself on the other end, “i-i wrote to you, i texted, i called, i looked for four years, mikey, and i got nothing in return. do you even know what for?”
when you look at him, his gaze is set straight ahead to the wall across from the two of you, to the flatscreen tv that’s been off since you’d arrived - and who knows how long before that.
“i’ve been busy.” he offers instead of answering, stare unwavering despite the way you frown and sigh out your disappointments.
"too busy to respond? to even acknowledge my existence? what kind of fucking answer is that!?" you’re heated all over again by his lack of concession, at the way his eyes don’t leave the screen of the tv until you’re standing up from the couch with your arms out beside you, then tucking them into yourself and turning away from him, “koko was right, he should’ve just taken me home-”
“why’d you come?” he asks instead, gaze finally moving from the tv to you.
the question makes you pause, dig your nails into your arms as if that could somehow ground you.
“i . . . we have a son.” you say finally, not turning to face him as the words leave your lips.
you’re met with a beat of silence before he says, “i know.”
i know. i know. i know, i know i know i know.
he knew.
he knew.
“you know?” you repeat, turning to face him, suddenly quieter than before.
“that you had a son,” he clarifies, face unreadable as he continues, “wasn’t sure if he was mine.”
“how?” you press, legs buckling under your weight and leaving you to fall back down to the couch.
“we . . . i’ve had koko do check-ins on everyone, every now and then,” he looks away at the admittance, “to make sure their lives are going well. did you know mitsuya’s a designer now? hakkai’s even modeled a few of his designs, and chifuyu and kazutora own a pet shop together, too” he’s deflecting, you can tell from the way he keeps his stare even and away from your own.
“i do know,” you snap, “because they visit when they can. they want to see their nephew when they’re able to come by.”
the way you bite your words out should sting, should hurt in a way he can’t place, but they don’t. he’s done this to himself, he knows, he’s just reaping what he’s sown.
“why’d you leave?” you whisper out, “w-why’d you just disappear? why didn’t you respond to me? why did it take me getting hurt for you guys to make yourself known?”
he opens his mouth to reply, to say anything, but he doesn’t have an answer that will satisfy you. he knows that, and that is enough reason for him to keep his mouth shut.
“have you seen him?” you’re still whispering, appalled he couldn’t assume your son was his - as if you didn’t pick the name shin for him. mikey shakes his head and it has you pulling out your phone with shaking hands, shoving it in his face until the lock screen photo of you, your son, and draken glare brightly back at him.
his gaze moves from you to your phone, eyes scanning over the photo before they flit over to your face.
“i didn’t know he was ours.” he defends, looking away, and you push the phone further into his face so he can’t escape it.
“i’m telling you now that he is. “ you’re leaning into his space now, emphasize the need to look at the photo with another shake, and when he looks at you, really looks at you, his eyes trail from your own to your lips, to the bruises that marr your neck from the night prior.
he tips your chin up to get a better look at them, setting you with a look when you offer some resistance, “did those guys do this to you?” you nod, “they won’t touch you again. no one will.”
you frown at the implication, pushing his hand away with the hand not holding your phone, and he grabs that hand by the wrist when he spots the bruises decorating the skin there, taking it in with a still expression.
“i can take care of you guys,” he settles, “make sure you never need or want anything. you won’t have to work at that shitty diner anymore. our kid would have anything he could ever desire.”
his hand comes up to cup your cheek, wipes the stray tear that falls from your eyes, and against your better judgment, you lean into his touch.
“i’m not asking that of you,” you explain, closing your eyes and willing any other tears that want to fall away, “you don’t even know his name.” you remind him, opening your eyes and standing when your phone starts to ring. you wipe at your face hastily, looking at the caller id, and only get a glance of the name ken before mikey’s pulling you down into his lap.
you make a noise of disagreement, phone falling from your grasp to the couch beside the two of you from the sudden movement.
“tell me his name.” he says, one hand still holding your wrist while the other keeps you in place by the hip.
he practically demands it, eyes boring into your own as they search for the answer.
“shin,” you reply after a moment, pulling your lip between your teeth, “i named him shin.”
the hand at your hip grips it tighter, fingers digging into the flesh until it almost hurts.
“after?”
“shinichiro, yeah.” you don't know if it’s really necessary to clarify, but you don’t have a second to think about it when he suddenly surges forward, capturing your lips with his own.
you falter for only a second before you’re returning the kiss with fervor, the hand not being held by mikey gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer.
“i will take care of you guys,” he promises when he pulls away from your lips to press his own to your chin, trailing down to your jaw and settling at the junction of your throat, peppering kisses at the free expanse of skin until it’s decorated pretty with hickies.
his fingers dance under the hem of your dress, pulling you flush against him until your senses are full of nothing but, “can give ‘nother, you guys’ll have everything you could ever want.” he continues, the hand moving under your dress skimming across the tops of your thighs and pressing against your stomach.
you whine, quiet and high in the back of your throat that leaves him grinding against you, hand moving from your stomach to your bare hip to guide you. he’s saying so many things, whispering so many assurances in your ear, and for a second, it’s too much.
too overstimulating and happening too fast, but the way he holds you is so familiar, so comforting and warm and god you’ve missed him so fucking much. your phone buzzes to your right from the couch, and you pull away for a second to see it light up, see your brother’s contact pop up in that short amount of time before he’s forcing your attention back to him with a pinch to your hip, fingers pressing into your cheeks to turn your head back towards him.
“eyes on me,” he demands, “keep your eyes on me.”
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Shinichiro had a small party at his place, wanting to end the work week with his friends. He had suggested a drinking game a couple hours into the hangout, a deck of cards spread out in the middle of the table. When it was Shinichiro's turn, he selected a random card, flipping it over to see what action was next. He puts it down and ponders momentarily.
He chose the Never Have I Ever game.
What has he never done that others have?
"Never have I ever gone on a date." He states and watches his circle of friends make a noise as they lift up their beverages to their mouths. Before your cup touches your lips, you give the older Sano brother a baffled stare.
"Wait, what? There's no way."
"It's true! I've never gone on a date."
"Yeah, he's not lying." A snicker is heard from Takeomi.
"Yep."
"Twenty failed attempts." Wakasa and Benkei chime in.
"Oh c'mon, was that necessary?"
"Twenty?" You question.
"It's how many times he got rejected." One of them answers as you stare at Shinichiro in disbelief. He laughs off his embarrassment as his hand scratches the back of his neck.
"Well, I'd go on a date with you." You said easily before drinking from your red solo cup.
"H-huh?! Really? Like right now?" Takeomi, Wakasa, and Benkei gesture to one another, silently slipping away.
"It's two in the morning." You giggle at his suggestion to go out at an odd hour.
"Oh, right...tomorrow at 5pm then?"
"Tomorrow sounds great." Your lips stretch from ear to ear as you rest your cheek on your palm making Shinichiro's heart swoon. He's so happy that you're his first date and hopes you'll be his last because if everything goes well, he'll take you out as many times as he can.
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𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑜'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈
Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader
Warnings: breeding kink, missionary, doggy style mention, masturbation, praise kink, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, dildo, vibrating cock ring, fleshlight, teasing, roleplay
NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare = Shinichiro is such a kind and giving person, so his aftercare is like gold. He’s amazing at it. Like he’s got a glass of water ready, a bath ready, if you’re hungry, he’ll cook, and if you want cuddles, he’s more than willing to provide.
B = Body Part = He will shamefully admit that his favorite on you is your ass lmao. He loves it truly, lmao. On himself, he’d say maybe his arms or hands.
C = Cum = He does love seeing his cum in you, but if you would prefer he cum on you instead, he’s perfectly okay with that as well.
D = Dirty Secret = He’s thought about casting his kind and somewhat occasional nervous disposition aside to try being more dominant. Still, it’s more something he thinks about rather than bringing it up to you.
E = Experience = Well, he’s obviously not experienced lmao. However, he has a great spirit and is more than willing to learn.
F = Favorite Position = He likes missionary the best. He likes being able to see all of you and watch your pretty face while he fucks you. Doggy is a very close second.
G = Goofy = He can be goofy for sure. He does love laughing with you, and if it happens while you guys fuck - that’s fine with him.
H = Hair = He’s got a decent look to him down there. It’s not a huge priority to him, but he takes good care of himself. His happy trail is hot asf tbh.
I = Intimacy = He is very romantic with you all the time, so during sex is no different. He’s constantly chanting how much he loves you while pounding into you. He will also do things like set up a very romantic scene as the backdrop. Although occasionally it might get somewhat tosseled because of your guys’ activities.
J = Jack Off = He’ll do it somewhat often. It’s not all the time, but you’ve definitely caught him several times. Don’t worry, you offer to help him every time.
K = Kink = PRAISE KINK. Both for you and him, like omg. He loves praising you, and omg please praise him; he gets so hot and bothered by it. He has a breeding kink like he wants a bunch of cute kids with you, tbh. Also, exhibitionism as well, like you guys fuck in his motor shop all the time.
L = Location = Fancy hotels and at home are the best, in his opinion. However, he also loves bending you over his desk at the motor shop after closing.
M = Motivation = Whenever you wear something that shows off your ass, he’s a puddle, or if you brush up against him intentionally. (It’s honestly easy to get this man hot).
N = No = He would never hurt you or degrade you.
O = Oral = He loves both equally. He really couldn’t choose one or the other. It took him a bit to master eating you out, but his determination was his biggest strength, and he got it practically in no time.
P = Pace = He prefers a faster pace in normal circumstances, but on more romantic or special occasions, he’ll instead take more time with you.
Q = Quickie = He’ll definitely do quickies with you. Most of the motor shop fucks are quickies, actually.
R = Risk = He’s not the biggest risk taker since he’s not all that experienced, but he will try and experiment a bit.
S = Stamina = His stamina is pretty good. It’s not as great as some of his peers, but it’s still more than enough to satisfy.
T = Toys = He likes using toys. He enjoys them with you and sometimes on himself. Like he likes using your dildo on you. He enjoys vibrating cock rings. He also owns a fleshlight tbh.
U = Unfair = He’s not too much of a tease; if anything, you are tease in the relationship, lmao. However, it usually doesn’t last long because he’ll let his urges take over and fuck you asap.
V = Volume = His moans are so pretty. They’re so breathy and sweet. He usually isn’t too loud and only moans enough for the two of you to hear.
W = Wild Card = He’s thought about a roleplay where you roleplay as a new customer at the shop wanting to get your bike fixed, but you don’t have money, so instead, you pay with your body.
X = X-Ray = He’s packing 7 inches, I’d say.
Y = Yearning = His sex drive is surprisingly decently high. Like he’s constantly yearning for you tbh.
Z = Zzz = It depends, but he’ll try to stay awake until you fall asleep, but there are times when he’ll fall asleep first.
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Heyooooooo <333
I hope you have a nice day! ;3
Wanted to send you something for the event too~💞
Fandom : Tokyo Revengers ;3
Character : Shinichiro Sano 🥰
Prompt : 7. "it's not my fault your so cute, now is it?"
*big hug* 🫂❤️
kiss prompt #7 with shinichiro (tr) !
features: shinichiro s.
contents: kissing. fighting. bruise. band-aid. implied blood. strangers to lovers. they're young because it's cuter like that. 0.3k words.
three-hundred event
you meet shinichiro sano while you're waiting at the bus stop as a young teen. a group of delinquents were haggling you for money, but you refused to give it to them.
shinichiro comes running and shouting about how it's mean to pick on people. he immediately jumps in front of you, claiming that he'd "protect you."
but if that was true, why was he sitting on the bench with a bruised cheek after you beat up the thugs yourself?
he's pouting as you wipe off the blood from his face with a towelette, very clearly disappointed with how everything had gone. "that was very brave of you, mr..?" you trail off, not even knowing his name.
"shinichiro, and it was so lame of me !!" he slams his face into his palms as he whines about what a "flop" that rescue mission was. you can't help but smile fondly as you look at him, he's a sweet kid (rare for people your age, nowadays).
you lift his face from his palms and smooth a hello kitty plaster over his scuffed cheek and press a kiss over it.
his face goes bright red as he stares at you, mouth hanging open. you just giggle and ruffle his hair while standing and turning to catch your bus, turning back to say just one last thing to the boy.
"it's not my fault you're so cute, now is it?"
okkotsuus 23
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Mikey x Reader “I’ll always protect you”
Fluff December day 3
fluff December masterlist
warnings: Fluff, violence, stalking, cursing
You where walking home from school at around 8:30 at night. I know. Not the most ideal situation for a 15 year old girl to be walking home alone, late at night, without any weapons throughout a bad neighborhood. Your parents usually take you home however your mom was at a meeting and your mama was undergoing surgery. Nothing big just a small breast biopsy.
Either way it left you walking home alone in your sweaty clothes from basketball practice. It was getting freezing outside and your once overheated body soon turned into one a kin to chilled jello.
But that wasn’t the real issue. the real issue was that you felt as if somebody was watching you.at first it seemed like your mind was just playing tricks on you, as if the person you thought you had seen behind you was just a figment of your imagination. But after taking four right turns and ending up in the exact same spot with the guy still on your trail, you knew you where being followed.
At this point you where horrified and started hyperventilating, trying to think off possible weapons to defend yourself with. Don’t get me wrong you where by no means a weak or unhealthy person, however your mussel story is kinda more,” to much flab, not enough abb “ (the Lego Batman movie)
You made a mental list of things you could use if he tried to confront you. Your books? No you left them in your locker. Your scissors? No those are in the bottom of your bag, by the time you get them it will be too late. Your phone? That’s it! You can call someone. But who can you call? It’s night and your moms are busy…
A motorcycle roar snaps you back to reality. Of course that’s who I’ll call! You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed up the number.
“hey baby~“ the cheerful guy on the other line said.
“hey babes.” The girl said quietly into the flip phone, “how fast can you make it to *insert road name*”
“Hmm” the blonde thought for a second, “Around 5 minutes why? You miss me~” he continued making smooching noises at the phone.”
“I’m being followed and am starting to get scared. Please help.”
The line went silent before in a very serious voice he said,”I’m on my way.” Before hanging up.
That was four minutes ago. The poor girl was full on sprinting away from this guy and was getting terrified. Tears dripping down her beautiful s/c skin onto her shirt. And just when she thought, ‘this is it. I’m going to die or worse.” She heard it. The sound of Mikey’s Cb250T. And it was getting louder by the second.
She had gotten so caught up in her relief to notice that the guy had caught up to her. It wasn’t until the stalker pulled her back by her hair that she noticed. But by the it was too late. Mikey was right in-front of them. And he was pissed.
“What the hell do you think your doing asshole?” The stranger said in a slightly scared tone.
“Get your filthy hands off her now.” The blonde said staring at the guy like he was something he found in Peke J’s litter box.
“None of your busine-“ he didn’t get to finish before Mikey knocked him out cold with his signature kick.
You couldn’t contain it anymore you leaped onto him barring your face into his chest and tightly clutching his Toman jacket in your hands. He was taken aback by the action, but quickly wrapped his arms around you cradling your head. You continued to bawl saying things like “thank you” and “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Shhhh, it’s ok Babe. I’m here now it’s ok. I swear I will never let anything happen to you. I’ll always protect you no matter what. Now come on, I’ll drive you home.”
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the sano brother
Fem!Reader / one-shot / 1K
2005, in a universe where shin doesn’t die lol
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“Your brother’s actually pretty cool.”
If this were the first time she’s heard a girl actually being endeared by Mikey, Emma might pause and turn to look, narrow her eyes in incredulity. But most girls are weird that way, she finds—at least the ones who only try to be close to her to get to her brother—so she simply walks straight ahead.
“Ah-huh,” she murmurs, but loud enough to not expressly say she doesn’t need you telling her about it.
“Funny, too.” Oh? Is that a chuckle curling the edge of your words? Like a well-kept, newly-formed secret? She chances a glance at the corner of her eye, more interested in the action than the cause of it because, if anything, this is the first time that she’s seen you smile. A smile that isn’t forced or simply polite.
(Except maybe for that one time last week when she’d stupidly blurted out that she doesn’t actually get along with any of the girls in class, to which you simply shrugged and smiled, said Doesn’t matter; we’ll have each other now.)
It’s been exactly one week and three days since Emma has known you, so, really, it’s not such a big deal that she can’t tell what you’re thinking right now. Even though she’s the one from class who’s spent the most time with you so far—buddy system for new kids, some rule—and has, inadvertently, been spending significant hours trying to figure out what goes on in your head. One thing she finds out today, though, is that you’re actually secretly sweet enough to bring her a get well soon card—along with the past two days’ school works. She thinks that your loopy cursive is funny, too, a fact that she chuckled at even though you didn’t. The morose expression barely shifted; she caught the tiny, polite curve of your mouth and that was all.
You don’t say anything else so Emma is left to listen to the quiet pitter-patter of your footsteps and the delicate chimes of the bells of your bike. She isn’t yet fully well, you could see, and you hesitated when she offered to walk you to the nearest station, but she’d insisted; she had to make you wait for almost an hour in the Sano residence, after all, and this is the least she could do.
She wonders what you and Mikey possibly talked about. Come to think of it, she wasn’t even aware he came home early.
“Does he actually know that much about bikes?” You instantly scrunch your forehead. “Sorry, I mean…I mean he fixes bikes, so of course, right? Duh.” The last part you whisper to yourself even though she hears.
Now Emma turns her head to fully listen to what you have to say because this is the closest she’s seen you to stuttering. You glance at her once, only to return your gaze straight ahead.
“It’s just cool.” She catches a tiny, tiny smile. “I think it’s very cool. Being so knowledgeable about it.”
“Well, he is obsessed with them. I guess you have to be if you’re in a biker gang.” Or is it because you’re obsessed with bikes that you have to be in a biker gang? she wonders, though not out loud.
You face her with an incredulous look in your eyes. “Wait, he’s in a gang?”
“President of a gang.” She definitely has to let you in on these things so you’ll know which ones to avoid. (Though the answer is most of them.)
This is the part where most people either shriek, terrified, or swoon with hearts in their eyes, and Emma is more or less left to pick them up. But you laugh. “You’re kidding.” And there is, indeed, genuine disbelief in your voice. “He doesn’t strike me as the type, to be honest.” And now it’s her turn to smile, pleasantly surprised, because she’s never heard anyone say that about Mikey.
“He even dropped a wrench on his foot when he turned and saw me…”
Emma can’t help but laugh. The image of Mikey hurting his big toe is funny, if only because it’s so unlikely.
“I even laughed so hard, it’s embarrassing.” You shake your head at her unabashed expression. “Really, oh my god. I wish I didn’t but that was my initial gut reaction. But he—“ you snicker out a laugh. “But he was laughing while saying I should maybe try to be a little more respectful to my elders.”
Bold of him to hit you with the older than you card; Emma rolls her eyes. The guy’s practically older than you by only about a year, big deal.
“And he.” Today, she discovers that you pause a lot while you talk when you’re embarrassed. “Well. He has such a weird laugh. He’s very weird,” you say, still with the sweetest smile on your face.
Emma can’t help but be genuinely intrigued, but then also endeared. It’s usually Mikey telling her of how ‘weird’ her friend was, or classmate, or whoever had the (un)fortunate experience of having to be entertained by Mikey in her stead, in circumstances similar to this. How could Mikey be so clumsy—so uncool—in front of a girl?
She watches as you smoothly fold your bike—smoother now than ever before—stepping on the entrance stairs before turning to her for one last time. “Tell him thanks again for fixing my bike. I know it’s not as interesting as an actual bike, but…it runs easier now.” Even though she has half the mind to tease you and say, ‘You can tell him that yourself tomorrow,’ Emma has to pause and blink in wonder:
Since when did Mikey ever fix anyone’s bicycle? That one’s definitely a whole new level of sweet. He’s gonna need to answer her questions.
When she arrives home, it’s Shinichiro’s lopsided grin—his gangly frame resting lazily on the doorframe of his room—who greets her. “Well, your friend’s bike working okay now?”
It takes about a minute for the gears in Emma’s head to catch up and make sense of his words, before it all clicks. All of it. But then when she finally recovers her words, Shinichiro’s eyes have already left her. His smile telling her his mind is somewhere else. “Funny girl. Got lost while on her way to the bathroom.”
She sighs. Because, of course it has to be the weird older brother. Oh, hell, the other is just as embarrassing.
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Mikey x reader fluff
Some kissing, misunderstanding, panic, angst, fluff,
You and some of your family were in the living room watching a scary movie at around 1 or 2 am, when someone knocked on the door,
You immediately looked at your parents as they looked at you, knowing you would have told them if one of your friends or boyfriend would be coming over. and you knew nobody was coming over, so, standing up a little freaked out you go to look through the peephole on the door,
You can't really make out the features of the person, just a shadow and slight silhouette, but then they turn a little and take a step back, the street light now showing your boyfriend is on your porch,
You turn back to your parents "it's mikey, can i see what he wants?" they said yes but to stay on the parch because it's late, you open the door and close it behind you leaving it unlocked,
Mikey looks up at you with tired and apologetic eyes without saying anything, intently gazing at your face in silence, and you notice he's got bandages on his left forearm which isn't surprising,
but what did shock you a little was that he is in his pajamas, oversized gray shirt, (a little damp from the soft rain that just started) sweat pants and no shoes just socks, you look back up at him like he's crazy,
But he still hasn't said anything, which in it's self is really weird for him so this must be serious, and he's just silently scanning your face,
You take a step closer to him and grab his hand in yours, his skin is warm and cozy, to your surprise, and his palm is rough, his fingers are gentle as they lace with yours in return, the sprinkling turning into pouring rain in a matter of a few minutes,
You whisper out "are you ok?" your almost not heard over the rain, but your concerned voice seems to have snapped out of his daze,
he looks off to the side for a moment, taking his eyes off your face for the first time since you've come outside. your hand still in his, then looks back up lips sealed in a line and eyes darting around like he's trying to find something to say,
he then takes a step towards you closing the gap between you, leaning in giving you a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth,
pulling away his eyes looked into yours and almost whispered "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you, know that i love you baby, goodnight." he says in a soft voice and hesitantly turned around letting go of your hand and going down your stairs, and to anyone else and whatever neighbors who saw this would think it was sweet,
but to you, your world just shattered. your eyes are watering your breathing gets heavy and your chest hurts. with the life he lives, in your mind he just said "good bye" to you and your never going to see your sweet, silly boyfriend and best friend again, because wherever he's about to go, if he feels like he's going to die, then most likely he's right.
you forget about what your parents said as breathing gets a lot harder and tear's start rolling down your cheeks, you make quick work of the stairs as you see mikey's almost to his bike that's in the street,
you don't care about the heavy rain as you run to him, almost slipping, he must have heard you because he stopped a foot away from his bike and turned around just in time for you to hug him squeezing him close to you,
your borderline hyperventilating as you embrace him. almost having to yell over the pouring rain so he can hear you, "please don't go!, I couldn't take it if i lost you!" you look up at him crying, not letting go of him,
and he looks down at you with worried eyes were you are bent over slightly hugging your head to your his chest,
he reaches up to put his hand on your head to soothe you but you squeeze your eyes shut because you know that there's nothing you can do if he's already made up his mind and will probably say something like (it's gonna be ok, don't worry)
you look back up to him before your mind can fully wonder to what's gonna happen to him when he leaves, and he smiles at you and giggles "what are you talking about baby? we're would I go?"
you let go of him and just look at him "why did you come here Mikey?" he looks down slight smile on his face "I fell asleep early, and i had a nightmare, so I wanted to come kiss you and make sure you were ok, so I did"
He looks up at you and smirks "so what's this about how you can't live without me?"
you roll your eyes and turn around and start walking back to your house, the cold and your annoying boyfriend starting to get to you "I didn't say that."
he laughed and grabbed you from behind hugging you close to him "oh really? what was all that about?" he says leaning his head on your shoulder closing his eyes,
you sigh "I thought you were saying goodbye to me." his eyes open and he sighs too "no. but I'm sorry I scared you, baby,"
you turn around in his arms and run one of your hands though his wet strawberry blonde hair and hold him close with your other arm, you give him a deep kiss, long and slow (the rain staring to let up)
when you pull back you smile at his dumbfounded and blushing face and lean in to give him a soft peck on his lips and his forehead and whisper,
"goodnight and i love you too sweetheart" you go to pull away and yet again your stopped, by his hand on your side he pulls you close, he just holds you for a minute, his head resting against yours, looking into your eyes "ya know I never want to say goodbye to you"
"I know, and I love you but i gotta go back inside and get to bed, you need to go to bed too, you can tell me about your dream tomorrow if you want to ok,"
"Ok" he says backing away from you holding your hand until he gets on his motorcycle, then he waits until your back on your porch before he starts his bike and as he disappears down the street he looks back and smiles at you,
your parents were mad, not only because you were out there for so long but your soaking wet, and as you change your clothes you think about how that boy is going to be the death of you.
Look at him~
A/n I was really tired when I first wrote and posted this and today I felt like cleaning it up :P
July/31/22
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Thanks for the advice
Sano Shinichiro x reader
warnings: i’m not sure what happened the the sanos parents so i’m just gonna make a little something up but it doesn’t go against the plot of the manga at all
Just like any child, Shinichiro was upset at his parents recent mishaps. First the divorce, now their fathers death and mothers absence, he had a right to be upset. Everyone around him knew that, an 12 year old boy, with his 2 year old brother. Thankfully their grandfather took them in, but it still stung to be abandoned like that. He was constantly sluggish and in a bad mood. Not showing his kind and caring self to the world anymore, he shut himself off, from his friends, family, even himself. But that didn’t sit right with (y/n).
She wasn’t friends with the boy, only sharing a few classes with him in the past few years, and he would be joining the same dojo as her, the one his grandpa ran. Still, They talked a few times in class, but that was the extent of it. But he was being so obvious about his bad mood it pissed her off. Usually she wouldn’t care about these kinds of things, but it felt different with him. Maybe because of his situation, the way he was handling? She really didn’t know; All she knew is that she was annoyed at him. 
It had been a mildly warm day, at lunch time she went to some shaded area, one near the edge of the school, so people would be less likely to find her. It’s not that (y/n) hated people, she wasn’t bullied or anything. She had quite a few friends actually. Hot days just weren’t her days. So imagine her surprise when the boy she’s most annoyed with comes to her spot. Just plopped himself down almost next to her. On a warm day too! she could feel her body heat rise.
“It’s really hot today.”
he said out loud, (y/n) wasn’t really sure if he was talking to her or not. so she wanted to reply just in case.
“mhm i feel my skin peeling off right now.”
“haha! me too. I’m sano shinichiro by the way, we share some classes together if you remember. You can call me anything, i really don’t mind. Especially when it’s a pretty girl like you!”
the boy laid back on the tree, trying to cool himself down.
“pretty? Usually boys wait a bit before saying that. You shouldn’t just throw out compliments willy nilly, they lose their meaning then!”
“h-huh?! I’m being serious though! you’ve always been pretty. You think i call every girl i see pretty???”
he said, shock laced in his voice as he jolted up, staring you down.
“hm? always? we haven’t talked enough for you to call me that.”
“huhhhh no way. We totally have…. I asked you what the date was.. and.. you borrowed my eraser… WHICH YOU DIDNT GIVE BACK!”
he said, yelling the last part a little loud.
“THAT IS TOTALLY NOT ENOUGH INTERACTIONS!”
“YUHUH IT IS, YOURE REALLY NICE AND CONSIDERATE. ITS NOTICEABLE YOU KNOW.”
he huffed out.
“kind and considerate huh.. you were like that before. You were really loud in class, and you always helped everyone out. Now… you’re kinda just a shell of yourself. It’s weird.”
“weird? it’s not my fault! i have a lot going o-“
you cut him off, you really didn’t want to hear his whole pity speech.
“Oh my god, get in line. Everyone has a lot going on. You should be glad you do have things going on! some people never got to live long enough to experience things going on. You’re so lucky to have the life you have, to breath everyday, drink clean water, eat when you want, hang out with your friends! some people will never experience that. So stop pitying yourself. Things happen! life goes on, deal with it just stop being so fucking fake.”
Shinichiro was speechless for a bit, he just looked over at the school, staying silent. he spoke up after a bit.
“you know what… you’re so right (y/n)! i’m not enjoying being sad all the time. Thanks for the advice.”
“i didn’t think that would work, wow.”
“HUH WHAT DO YOU MEAN WOULDNT WORK?!”
“I MEAN WHAT I SAID, YOURE MOOD WAS SERIOUSLY MESSING UP WITH EVERYONES IT WAS ANNOYING AS. SO GO BACK TO BEING ANNOYING SHINICHIRO.”
“FINE I WILL.”
With that he stormed off, leaving you to cool down by yourself again. later after lunch when you went back to class, you did see good old annoying shinichiro. Talking to all his friends, being super enthusiastic. It was nice. Everyone in class seemed to be having a good time. That was until the teacher came in.
After that, You and shinichiro grew closer. Hanging out almost everyday after school. one day when you two were 13 you were hanging out like any other day with a few other friends at the park. having your usual talk, until shinichiro brought up a crazy idea.
“guys let’s make a gang.”
various huhs came out of everyone.
“THINK ABOUT IT! ITS LIKE A CLUB, BUT COOLER! AND WE GET COOL HAIRCUTS AND UNIFORMS AND BIKES!!”
The black haired boy had stars in his eyes. while the others sweat dropped.
“Chiro… no offence but you’re weak as. Weak at fighting and weak to women.”
one of your friends said, bursting his bubble.
“AM NOT!”
“bro we played slaps the other day, and you started crying when you flinched, and not to mention you do everything (y/n) says. You’re like a puppy towards her.”
another friend chimed in too, crushing his ego even more.
“you know what. I believe in him!”
(y/n) declared to all their friends, also met with huhs
“think about it guys, Shinichiro is so charismatic it’s scary sometimes. He can gain the respect of gang members easily! so he’ll have tough guys to fight with him. And the jackets would be so cool.”
Everyone agreed with (y/n). Leaving the boy even more head over heels with the girl. not only was she pretty on the inside and the outside, she also believed in him. Shinichiro honestly could’ve cried tears of joy. but it wasn’t the time. Right now it was the time to make a gang.
From that day on, the black dragons was formed. the leader who was weak at fighting, and weak to women. Sometimes he would wonder what got him so lucky, to be surrounded by so many people who loved him. And every time he realises that they were there all along.
he just needed some advice from a beautiful girl to get him to realise.
a/n i wrote this in 40 minutes and i haven’t written in like 5 months so,,; sorry if it’s ass. i just felt like writing
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FINALLY, LOSING?
summary: many times mikey lost someone, but apparently he has never lost "physically". It could have been a good way to make him stay more "attached" to the reality?
So, what would happen if he ended up in a friendly pillows fight with his crush?
genre: mostly fluff, maybe a bit of angst (slight spoiler of the manga??)
character: manjiro sano (mikey) x gn!reader
a.n.: I need to do some exercise to improve my english because I will have an exam soon, and this idea comes to my mind! every advice or correction will be gladly appreciated<3
Mikey has never lost physically. That's sure thanks to the last Drakens speech: "It's such a shame that he never experienced defeat."
If he has never dealt with a loss, how is he supposed to know how to react?
None has ever even taught to teach him this stupid thing. In reality, usually, it's a thing that you learn by yourself after failing, but he has never failed in a fight. Manjiro never took a moment to think about it, why should he?
He has never laid down on the ground, looking up at the sky and realizing that sometimes losing is okay.
On a sunny morning, as usual, you were going to your best friend's house with a bag full of sweets that you cooked during the night.
As soon as you arrived at Mikey's house, you saw Emma's head emerging behind the door and inviting you to enter. Her makeup was flawless, highlighting her big eyes perfectly, and her cheeks, flushed from the heat, added to her beauty.
She told you that she was about to hang out with Draken that morning, so you and Mikey, that was still asleep, would have been alone. Shinichiro and their grandpa were out for some commissions.
It has already happened, but every time you were in their house specific and comforting smells surrounded you. So when Emma left the house, you started to put the different desserts you brought on the table. The sun was up in the sky, a light wind was moving the foliage, and you were determined to organize everything perfectly for when mikey would wake up.
He was still missing after almost an hour, but everything was already set up, so there was no chance of wasting the food.So you just decided to go to wake him up.
After entering his room, you opened the windows wide to let the light enter: but of course, it was not enough to get that boy to wake up.
His face never looked that heavenly as in that moment: his eyelashes were long and clear, his messy and blond hair, his pale skin, and cherry lips made him look so angelic. His breathing was scarcely audible, and his chest moved in time with his heartbeats.
It was a shame you had to wake him up, but you knew he would have enjoyed all the delicious food you had brought him.
Of course, light words whispered to his ears did not work. Screaming was already out, but at that point, you noticed a pillow thrown on the bottom of the bed. So why not start a pillow fight?
You took the pillow after shaking his body for the umpteenth time and getting no response. You slightly hit him on his back which was only covered by a light white tank top. At first, he did not even notice it. But the second time he opened his eyes, and with a confused look took a pillow and hit you back.
You quickly dodged the hit. So he woke up, ready to fight you back.
As soon as he realized who was his opponent, a charming smirk appears on his face. But your beauty confused him for a few seconds, so you had the chance to hit him again. After he was hit a slight shiver went through his whole body, the adrenaline was waking him up.
"I won't be gentle just because you're a girl and I like you" and initially both of you didn't notice his sudden confession.
It was clear to everybody that Mikey liked you, but not to you. Same as well, all of your friends had noticed you were slowly developing a crush on that boy.
Anyway, the fight was about to start again after Mikey's words when he suddenly froze. Wait, hadn't he just confessed his love?
He did not even notice that you were not aware of it, but this moment of weakness of his left him to be hit again by your pillow.
However, you have lost your equilibrium and are now leaning forward. He lacked the swift reactions to stop your fall, so he, too, went backward on his bed, and you followed him closely.
Fortunately, you extended your arms to prevent all of your weight from falling on the boy. But you've found yourself in an unusually close position.
Your lips were perilously near together.
"Mikey, do you give up?"
His breath was starting to get faster, and he felt that his heart was about to explode. Nothing in his mind was working, and he quickly nodded.
As soon as he did that, you move your body, laying next to him.
"So can I say I beat the unbeatable mikey?".
Still dazed he turn his head towards you, and you did the same. Again, you two were dangerously close.
His eyes were fixed on your lips.
"Yes, you did. Can I kiss you now?" this unexpected request made you blush a lot. You simply nodded, and he bridged the gap between your two mouths.
Draken never told to Mikey that a defeat could have been so charming as your lips were.
He took your face with his hands as soon as your faces had pulled apart to allow you to collect your breath.
"I'm not sure if I'm still dreaming, but please don't wake me up if I am."
"You're not dreaming, Mikey, and if you're wondering, I like you as well." You responded to his earlier confession.
As a result, his cheeks and ears turned red, and he smiled.
He took your hand, while you two were still laying on his bed thinking about was just happened. Gently touching it, his mind was full of thoughts.
"I truly hope I lose again if every beat is like this." He eventually muttered.
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𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
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Shinichiro Sano would be the type of boyfriend who would carry your bags for you, open the door for you, give you a piggy back ride, stand up for you whenever needed despite the danger. He would also be the type who would start kissing you the moment you're alone, unable to deny himself the pleasure of your pretty, gentle lips against his rough ones. He would also be very vocal while any moment of intimacy, talking about how grateful he is to have a girlfriend like you, how lucky he is, how you might be out of his league now but just you wait, he'll prove himself a man worthy of you soon enough.
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ceremonies | mikey's first big ceremony and no one's there to celebrate :(
⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !!
✕ cute fluff !!
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mikey was honestly really bummed out.
he knows his grandpa couldn't make it to his terrific kid ceremony, knows the older gentleman had something else to attend to that simply couldn't be rescheduled in time to see his grandson walk across the little stage, and mikey was fine with that. but when shinichiro, his beloved brother who never missed anything in all the years that mikey has been alive, said he suddenly couldn't come either, mikey was upset.
rightfully so, he’d argue — the boy has gone a whole month without beating anyone up on school property. it was something small, sure, but he was proud nonetheless.
and had no one to share that pride with.
he practically pouted from his spot on the stage, itching to take off the stupid collared shirt shinichiro made him wear while he dropped the news that he wouldn't be in attendance. he doesn't even know why he still showed, honestly, no one being there to watch leaving a bitter taste in his mouth while his eyes scan over every other parent in the crowd.
“and now for our lovely third graders-” the principal’s voice is grating against his ears, but that’s his cue to stand. each of his peers takes a folder from the man, smiling and waving to their parents as they snap pictures and each second mikey stands on the stage is another second that annoyance trickles its way under his skin.
“sano manjiro.” his principal calls his name and he walks to the front to grab the folder, mouth set in a straight line as he looks over the crowd.
and it’s then he spots you.
smiling and waving to him with a video camera in hand, recording him walk across the stage. his mouth upturns very slightly, offering a small shy wave to you as he’s ushered back to his seat so the next row of students can get their folders as orderly as possible.
for the next twenty-five minutes, mikey is practically buzzing in his seat, and when the students are told they’re free to go, he jumps off the stage and runs right to you.
“hi.” you laugh out when he hugs you, returning it with an equal amount of effort, “i recorded it all so everyone else can watch when we get you home.”
“thank you.” he mumbles out into your shirt. you almost miss the words from the sounds surrounding you, but the small pat you leave on his back is enough to tell him you heard him just fine.
“c’mon, we’re goin’ for ice cream and then i’m gonna take you by the garage.” you hum out, peeling his arms from around you easily until you’re able to hook your hand in his, “we’ll have to come back later and grab emma though.”
“we’re not bringing her with us?” mikey asks as you walk out of the auditorium.
“not unless you want to,” you laugh, “it’s your celebration.”
he pauses a second, mulling over the thought, before beaming at you, “i’d like her to come then.”
he leaves out the part of wanting to rub his awards in her face as you make your way to the front office to check the two of them out.
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Mikey/Manjiro x Reader
Warning: Female reader
Scenario: Drabble about chapsticks and kisses. (lol)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 589
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You were hanging out with Emma and the Toman gang, enjoying the weather on your day off from school. You were looking forward to today because you got to spend time with your crush. Well, spend time with him and your other group of friends, but at least he was there. No one knew of your infatuation with 'The Invincible Mikey', too afraid of it accidentally slipping out.
So you just admire the blonde silently. Maybe someday you'll have enough courage to confess.
"Oh, __(y/n)! I got you something." Emma reaches into her purse and hands you a neatly packaged chapstick. "I thought of you as soon as I saw the flavor."
"Thank you, Emma" You always had a lip balm on you to keep your lips moisturized. You've had too many instances of split lips from them being dry.
"You're welcome! You should totally try tasting it, too. This brand is known for making tons of different flavors."
You nod, following her advice as you smack your lips together a few times before bringing your tongue out to lightly graze your upper lip. "Whoa! You're right! It does taste like __(flavor)."
"Hmmm? Are you eating snacks and not sharing with me?" Mikey comes up behind you, the boy becoming curious about what your conversation was with his sister. He was getting bored of his chat with Draken, Mitsuya, and Takemichi.
"Sorry, no snacks here. We were just talking about chapsticks. Emma bought me one and it tastes pretty good!"
"Oh? Can I try?"
"Sure!" You hand the small lip moisturizer to him, but he gently pushes your hand away, moving close to your face. His lips terrorize yours, ignoring anyone who stared or reacted loudly, which was only Emma who shrieked excitedly.
You feel his tongue slowly glide from the corner of your mouth, moving up to slowly outline your entire lips. He repeats the motion, only this time in reverse, leaving nothing unmarked. Mikey doesn't want to pull away, but he wants to see your reaction. He grins at your cute, stunned expression with a red hue lightly tinting your cheeks.
You're speechless, but relieved. You're relieved that now you don't have to be the first one to confess, but you're shocked that Mikey had just kissed you! Did that really just happen? You honestly didn't believe that Mikey would ever reciprocate your feelings. You weren't prepared for this.
"You..you removed all of my chapstick!"
That was what you had to say? You wanted to let him know you enjoyed the kiss, but you didn't want to be awkward about it.
"Oh, did I? Guess I should do something about that." Mikey grins, grabbing your lip balm as he applies it on himself. Your eye brows squish together as your head tilts to the side.
The Toman leader swoops down to capture your lips again, making sure to massage the balm against your mouth. Once he feels like your lips are fully coated, he creates a short distance Mikey takes your hand in his, offering you a small smile.
"Better?"
"Ye-yeah, thanks." You avoid his stare.
"Bye, everyone!" Mikey suddenly announces to the group while you feel him tug on you slightly, directing you towards his bike. Everyone waves to him, not questioning why he was leaving as they return to their own conversations.
"Bye? Wait, where are we going?" You were supposed to go together as a group to try out the new restaurant that opened up last week.
"We're going on a date. Now, c'mon, I wanna take my girl out."
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Lauren. I don’t even know if you like Shinichiro but I can’t step thinking about grabbing his chain while he fucks you and tugging him down closer. Djwoifjecjsnxhiex
I’m a slave for this loser. Help.
UGH, LEE, I LOVE SHINNY!! He's so sweet and pathetic <33 (Best kind of man)
BUT OMG YES, HIS CHAIN UGGGGHHHH
Little scene sksks:
Shin continues his pace into you, looking ever so sweetly down at you. He's so incredibly blissed out and pussydrunk. All he can focus on is how amazing you feel wrapped around his cock.
You want him closer to you. You want your chests pressed together. His mouth on yours. You want to feel more of him. His eyes closed with his brows knitted together, god you want him closer.
You gently grab the chain around his neck and begin to bring him closer. Shin doesn't notice are first, but when his body feels how warm yours is, he opens his eyes to look at you before closing the gap. Before he can say anything, you speak up.
"Wanted you closer, Shin," you give him your pleading eyes. Your small hand still holding his chain.
"Fuck, baby," he huffs, still pretty fucked out. He's close enough now that your lips are almost touching. His chain hangs onto your own neck, and your chests are pressed together. "Baby, next time, you can pull me down harder."
#ꈍᴗꈍ Needing Water#\^o^/ Answered!!#ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ ˋ)੭ Lauren’s Moots <3#Lee (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪#tokyo revengers x reader#tr x reader#shinichiro sano x reader#shinichiro x reader#sano x reader#sano shinichiro x reader
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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma
warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3
this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”
“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”
“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”
MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.
you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”
in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”
“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”
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